For the Record

We should get one thing straight,

I’m not gentle laughter and soft words spoken at 2am,
I’m not stroking touches and whispers of breath upon your throat,
I’m not delicate heartbeats and a musical voice

I mean,

Unless by softly spoken words you mean that you want your name laced with filthy expressions at 3am

Unless by whispers of breath you mean that you want my teeth and tongue and lips devouring every inch of you

Unless by musical voice you mean that you want to hear me moan and wail and cry out for more

For,

My gentle laughter isn’t so gentle, you know, and my stroking touches penetrate like fire and my delicate heartbeats, well, they continually drum out your name within my breast…

(But that’s something I think I’ll keep to myself)


tara caribou | ©2020

Read this and more in my poetry book, Four.

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